Oh My, Oh Why (Socrates Song)

He walked the square with bare, bold feet,
Asked kings and fools what made life sweet,
He said, “I know I know nothing... ain’t that true?”
The priests grew pale, the jury stiff,
He smiled and offered them a gift:
“I’d rather die than lie like you do.”

[Chorus]
Oh my, oh why,
Is truth the crime they crucify?
They feared the light,
So they closed their eyes…
Oh my… oh why.

He questioned pride, exposed the game,
Showed power cloaked in noble names,
Asked “Who decides what’s wise and what’s taboo?”
They called him mad, they called him curse,
But feared his calm, his clever verse,
A mirror’s worse than any sword can do.

[Chorus]
Oh my, oh why,
Do cowards choose to dignify
The mask, the lie,
Then claim it’s divine?
Oh my… oh why.

[Bridge]
He didn’t run.
He didn’t beg.
He sipped the cup.
He stretched his leg.
“The soul lives on,” he gently said,
“and cowards die in beds.”

So here I sing, beneath the stars,
A song for truth, for sacred scars,
For every soul who’d rather burn than bow.
We carry him in every breath,
Each time we choose the honest death,
Each time we dare to live out loud.

[Final Chorus]
Oh my, oh why,
They silenced him, but not his cry…
It echoes still
Where questions lie,
Oh my…
Oh why?